You, my dear society,
Judge my every move.
I’m a freak, I’m stupid.
Everything you disapprove.
I don’t want to be mindless.
A slave, one of the crowd.
But you won’t stop until my eyes are lifeless.
My dreams live where the Marigolds grow,
And my soul follows strong in suit.
I think they’re too far gone now.
Try as I might I won’t get them back.
But I don’t want to give up this fight.
I don’t want to give you the satisfaction.
And so my future i’ll continue to write.
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